The Scarlet King is back

Meeting with overlords pt 1

A swirling mass of eyes and teeth can be seen. Screams can be heard within the depths of this mass. The screams are constantly changing and constantly shifting. Men, women, and children are heard with great beasts echoing around. Throughout this expanse, throughout the screams, throughout the chaos, some things are the same. Pain, Fear, Hatred, and the presence of sin most foul. This mass consumes all leaves none. Its vastness is such that not even the gods can see its seemingly endless expanse. Worlds of darkness are born and destroyed, the presence of normal is completely unknown. But the memories of the tortured beings that suffer, endlessly scream and cry in despair.

This expanse is not a fool, not clumsy, not unaware. It knows what it is and what it does. It hates existence for forcing it to exist and to force its existence on everything else.

It does not hold morals. It does not know joy. It does now of the existence of these lies but damns the gods and existence for fooling those beneath them that they are truths.

It is a great expanse.

A boiling red sea.

A never ending garden.

An endless wail.

An unstoppable plague.

A savage conqueror.

It is within and throughout .

It is more vast than time and space and bends both to its will.

But while it is impossible to understand its meaning.

Its goals are much more simple.

It shall destroy.

Then a bell rings and all eyes which were wandering aimlessly all gain focus.

The teeth and bones, the claws and wings, the maws and jaws all sink beneath the expanse, disappearing from sight and knowledge, ceasing to exist entirely. To exist at its will once more.

The expanse shrinks, the eyes close, and then the once expanse is little more than a rooms with apart.

As it continues to shrink a roof begins to take shape as wood walls begin to form and a window revealing pentagram city. As the form combine to shrink wood appears from the void creating the floor as the shelfs of books and a massive mirror form on the wall. Then a bed begins to take shape beneath the mass as it raises from the floor. Lamps then take shape in the classic form of the hotels decor. The mass now takes form of SK as his body takes shape. His gaping smile took form with the long serrated and flat edges. Then the teeth shrink down to their small size of a little bit less than an inch. Last to form are his seven eyes.

On the night stand an alarm clock is ringing. SK uses one hand to slam the alarm clock into silence and the night stand to smithereens. Then as the pieces are falling to the floor they stop and reassemble into their full counterpart as SK twists his sprawling mass of tentacles and transforms them into regular legs and feet. With claws and talons at the end of the feet.

He gets up from his bed groggy and mad at the world.

(So the normal)

SK: Shut up

(Fair enough)

There is a knocking at the door.

SK snaps his fingered as his clothing appears on him. He looks in the mirror. A figure with fourteen arms, eyes in its chest, with smoke and fire surrounding him and that every breath and word released the fires of hell. An eternal smiling scream present on his face. But in a blink it is back to being SK. SK nods and walks towards the door.

SK opens the door and looks up to see Angel smiling at him.

Angel: Hey there tall, dark and mysterious.